This is a song about "Left"

Had i not been exposed to these things

And i'm left for the corrections,

Right now using my left brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

She all that i can handle

Left you bitches there standing idle

That was good shit, is there any left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Friend after friend left me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I fucking hate this job

That left ya without hope

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring